Page 49 of Keeping The Virgin

As I feel his other hand slide up my back to press me over the counter, I gasp. I cushion my head with my arms, my face turned to the side. My clit has a heartbeat of its own as he keeps caressing my ass.

What is he going to do? When will he do it?

He lifts his hand from my bottom, and I suck in a breath to prepare myself for the sting of a spank.

One pulse…two…

When nothing happens, I let out a thwarted little groan. Cage only laughs.

“Before you get what you so clearly want,” he says, “spread your legs. Show me your pretty pussy.”

At the nasty command, a flush rages through me, but I do as he says. As I part my legs, I hear how wet I am, sopping, needy.

He lets out one of those low growls, and I don’t have to see him to know that he’s getting hot, too. Behind my blindfold, I imagine what he sees—the pink flesh of my most secret parts, the creamy folds, an invitation for him to do what he wants…

I expect him to slip his fingers into me now, just as he’s done before, but he surprises me when I feel him spread the cheeks of my bottom.

Now my clit is going wild, sending electric pulses into my belly. Each beat sizzles inside of me, louder, harder, building me up until I’m digging my nails into my own arms.

He uses his thumb to circle a forbidden spot in my crevice, and I move with him, whimpering at the foreign thrill that’s getting my sex even slicker.

“So many places no one has ever been with you,” he says. “How does this feel, baby?”

I don’t know if he’s gauging me, seeing if I’ll say something and break his rules or not, and as he presses his thumb against a super sensitive spot, I only make a shocked, delighted sound. He presses it again, and I gush even more between my legs. The next time, he dips his thumb into me a little, and my sight goes even darker under my blindfold.

“God!” I say, realizing too late that I disobeyed him by saying something, even this one tiny word.

“She just can’t help herself,” he says, as if disappointed.

But I can tell that he isn’t. He’s just as excited as I am.

I wish I could see it in his eyes, know everything he’s feeling. Has he let down his guard like I’ve seen him do before? Is that darkness in his gaze yet?

He smacks my bottom so suddenly that an explosive surge comes between my legs, and not only on the outside—it’s as if liquid has hit a live wire inside of me, charging me up and making me burst. With my ass stinging, he spanks me again, and this time I come with a ferocious gush, crying out loudly.

My skin burns, cream bathing my inner thighs, and in my blindfolded blackness, I can hear Cage’s breathing pick up even more.

He slips his fingers through my folds, smearing the cream around, circling my clit until I’m absolutely humming inside. But I think I’m actually making a sound like that, too—humming like a swarm of bees about to sting back.

“Does my baby like that?” he asks.

He damned well knows the answer, and I want more of it, so I break his rules.

“Yes,” I say forcefully. I might as well have said fuck you, give me some more, because that’s what I meant.

I don’t give a shit about being punished now—give it to me!—and I push my hands up the counter, spreading my legs farther, silently asking for him to give it to me, now, more, please…

When he only teases me by taking his fingers away from my pussy, I whimper again.

I can’t see for sure, but it’s as if he can’t keep his hands off of me now, and he skims both of them into the gaping back of my dress, coasting to the front of me and cupping my breasts. I arch off the counter with a pleased “ah,” and he slips his fingers over my nipples, playing with me. His fingers are slick with my juices, making every caress slippery. Then he presses his cock against the back of my sex, his hard tip nudging my entrance. He’s still in his trousers, and the rough sensation of his fabric against me drives me wild.

“More,” I groan.

“What’s that, baby?”

“More!”

“Do you want my cock? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

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